"If everyone were truly happy, nothing would be written...even then, it would be mundane." ~ Myself
The smell of wood shavings and latex, as I open the double-doors to this magnificent realm of theatrics. The scent wafting over my nose,
By R. S. Edmondson6 years ago in Poets
Dear Lana, The moment your porcelain peach skin fingers grasped mine I was entranced by you. Your bright green eyes
